The Limits of Being Human

We exert ourselves at work beyond the established laws
of nature.
As I go in everyday to work, I can't help feeling that their expectations of me are the same of a soldier in combat.
It is difficult enough for me to get my mind to focus on the following tasks, to concentrate my mind on each area of the building to clean. My brainfolds become the rocks of a mountain, it is a treacherous climb to the top, the willpower to not become distracted is my nature reaching it's limits.
I must submit to the laws of which I was made
Who would have thought a job like mine would make me think this, that I am on the same level as a marine.
For those who work to take care of the oldest out of our
population. You don't need to take on the burdens
of a superhero. Your physical strength your souls endurance has only to be reminded of the soul who made you. It is there, where all your concerns about your supervisors behavior , can find an empathetic ear, of peace.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country


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